The Older Man She Craves Can Hear Every Naughty Word In Her Head Chapter 09

The Older Man She Craves Can Hear Every Naughty Word In Her Head Chapter 09

I was kissed until I could barely breathe, letting out 

small whimpers. 

Footsteps approached from outside. 

Theodore called out, “Are you done changing?” 

Atticus kissed me even deeper, as if he wanted to devour me whole. “Fefe, why are you shaking? You love kissing me, don’t you?” 

I couldn’t help but struggle, making a muffled 

sound. “Mmm…” 

Theodore knocked anxiously. “What was that? Are 

you okay?” 

“Fefe… send him away.” Atticus breathed against 

my ear, his voice deep and hoarse, sending shivers 

down my spine. 

I could only tremble and urge Theodore. 

“Theodore, you can go first. I’ll head back by 

myself soon.” 

After Theodore left, Atticus finally let me go after a 

long moment. 

His voice was rough and husky. “The marriage 

between our families can only be you and me. 

Fefe, I warned you before not to regret this… It’s too late to change your mind now.” 

Comments flooded in: 

[Holy crap, lovers turned bitter enemies. Are you 

seriously trying to drive the male lead’s dad insane, Freya?] 

[Watching the calm and composed silver fox finally snap? So damn hot.] 

[This forced–love thing is seriously chef’s kiss. Your lips are already swollen from kissing. I can only imagine how happy you are inside, you little 

minx.] 

I couldn’t hold back my laughter. 

Atticus’s eyes grew even redder. “Are you saying you’d rather defy your family and break off the marriage alliance than be with me? Freya, am I just a toy you get tired of and throw away?” 

I laughed and leaned against him, resting on his chest. “Wait… let me catch my breath…” 

He took a deep breath, his voice shaking slightly. 

“You think acting soft will make me let you go? 

Freya, it’s not going to happen.” 

I couldn’t take it anymore. I kissed him to shut him 

1. up. 

Atticus, I’ve known for a long time that you can 

hear my thoughts. 

His pupils shrank sharply. 

Theodore was sent back abroad with a single 

plane ticket. 

Before he got in the car, he reminded me. “Say 

something nice to Dad for me! My girlfriend and I 

want to get married!” 

I nodded. 

I turned around and saw Atticus standing by the floor–to–ceiling window, staring at me. 

When I went back inside, I hugged him from 

behind. “You don’t want him to leave either. Why 

didn’t you go say goodbye?” 

“Either?” He turned and looked down at me. “You 

don’t want him to leave?” 

I panicked. “No! Why would I?” 

“He’s young, and he has a tongue piercing.” 

“Young doesn’t matter.” I stepped back and 

glanced at the cold silver glint on his tongue when 

he spoke. “And you got a tongue piercing too, 

didn’t you?” 

“He also plays that piano song your first love played.” 

I rolled my eyes. “I only said that to make you jealous! It was fake!” 

Atticus gave me a thin, humorless smile and 

pulled out a stack of documents. “Are you sure it 

was fake?” 

I swallowed hard as I flipped through page after 

page. 

He might as well have printed out their faces and pasted them on here… This man has dug up my 

entire romantic history! 

This is not good. 

He let out a low laugh and unbuckled his cufflink. “Yeah. Not good for you.” 

Comments flashed by quickly: 

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[Who said this is an elite political romance? This is straight–up elite smut!] 

[Oh wow, what could that censored word even be? 

So mysterious…] 

[Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!] 

I panicked. Stop spamming! You’re not helping! 

Atticus looked toward where I was staring, and the 

comments appeared before his eyes. “And here I 

thought you were just talking to yourself all this 

time. So it was these things.” 

A moment later, the comments became blurry and 

fragmented. 

[Short circuit? Why cut us off right when it’s getting good?] 

[Not a short circuit–it’s censored. Guys, this is 

straight–up elite smut with full–on porn vibes!] 

[Lucky Freya! Just a little n…]